I will not recognize the debt of the previous life!

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Houqing led the empire to make a comeback, and now the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom is full of panic, monsters live longer than humans, a hundred years is but a blink of an eye, and the rule of the dark empire is hard to forget.

Shen Yan took Xu Mo back to the Lei Ze Clan. He was worried that he would be depressed when he woke up, but he just remained silent for a while and asked him about the current situation as if nothing had happened. Maybe it was the same as before. Avoidance hides grief.Now the empire is on par with Wan Yao Nation in terms of strength, but Wan Yao Nation's tribes have always acted independently, Shen Ti can only ask for help as much as possible, and there is no guarantee that other tribes will help.

What's more, even if someone helps, Houqing can destroy a city with one hand, and Wei Shi will not give in.They have Shen Yan, the soul-suppressing gun, the Liuyun sword, and the dragon soul, but Xuan Wei has not heard from him for a long time, and Xu Mo's current injury will not heal in a day or two. What they lack is time.

Xu Mo reconfirmed to Shen Ti who was visiting them: "Is there really no panacea for muscle growth?"

Shen Ti was asked three times, but he still had no patience with him after all, and said in a calm tone: "You are not in the Taiyi Immortal League now, how can you have that kind of elixir?"

Speaking of Taiyi Xianmeng, Xu Mo fell silent again. Shen Yan knew that he was worried about Taiyi Xianmeng, so he winked at Shen Ti to tell him to stop talking.

At this time, someone from the tribe came to report that a Taoist priest named Xuan Wei wanted to see Xu Mo and Shen Yan.

"Please."

Xu Mo was unable to move, so when he saw Xuan Wei, he could only bow his hands and salute, Xuan Wei also bowed back and said: "Everyone knows about poor Taoism, please forgive me, junior brother."

Xu Mo said: "How did Senior Brother Xuanwei know?"

Xuan Wei said: "Poverty has captured several people from the empire, and you can find out after a little questioning. Hearing that Houqing also executed Yang Cheng's violent corpse and drowned him in the river, now even the people of the empire are in panic."

I just heard about this, and Xu Mo was a little surprised, but he was relieved when he thought about what Houqing couldn't do.Only then did I see that Xuan Wei's eyes were different from the past. In the past, his eyes were always compassionate, gentle and serene, like a saint, but now there is a sharp murderous look in his eyes.

Knowing what he wanted to ask, Xuan Wei said calmly: "Although the crime of killing is serious, but the world is in chaos now, if the poor Taoist still doesn't kill, how can the common people be saved?"

Xu Mo then smiled and said: "Senior brother is very true. Although the karma of killing is heavy, but seeing the misery of the people, why do you have to be afraid of thunder disaster? Now that senior brother has figured it out, please accept this Liuyun sword."

They said a few more words, and Shen Yan was about to fall asleep, so Xu Mo said to him: "Yanyan, I still have some things I want to ask Brother Xuanwei alone, you go to the outside of Lei Ze Clan first and follow my instructions. Let's go."

Shen Yan didn't understand what they were talking about, so he greeted Xuan Wei and left.

Xu Mo looked out the window and watched him go away, then he pulled Xuan Wei aside and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, actually I have something I've been wanting to ask for a while, I don't know how the senior brother is doing now?"

Xuanwei's expression changed slightly, and he hesitated to say: "You guessed right." Seeing that Xu Mo's eyes darkened, he comforted him: "You don't need to worry too much, but this matter can't be rushed. What is the most urgent thing? Stop Houqing from continuing to cause trouble for the world."

Xu Mo could only nod his head, his brows were still filled with worry.

The rain was still falling, and the wind was howling in the mountains and rivers. The members of the Lei Ze tribe could not leave this place where they lived since ancient times, so they knelt under the altar and prayed devoutly, begging the god of thunder to save them, and praying for a miracle to happen.

Rescue still hadn't arrived after ten days, and Xu Mo's legs could barely stand, and he would tremble and fall if he moved a little.The army of the empire has already launched an attack on the Lei Ze tribe. They broke into the Thunder God Altar from the north, but there was no Lei Ze tribe guarding it along the way, and there was only one person sitting on a cart on the misty altar.

This man was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a tall crown and a belt. He was born handsome and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing. Although his legs were inconvenient to move, he still had a calm demeanor in the face of thousands of troops.

It was him again, Hou Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and ordered coldly to the two subordinates beside him: "Drag this cripple who pretends to be a ghost!"

The two subordinates who led the order had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach him slowly, the altar was covered with a layer of mist, obviously he was alone, but everyone present could feel the danger hidden behind the mist, looking at the two Every time a person takes a step, their hearts also hang.

I saw the first person stepping into the mist of the altar first, followed by a cry of panic that pierced into the sky.

The atmosphere became more and more strange. When the wind blew the mist floating above the altar like a girl's gauze gently lifted a corner, only then did it become clear that the person walking in front had fallen to the ground and died, his body seemed to be sucked dry of flesh and blood. Shriveled, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the appearance of death was horrific.

Seeing the scene of such a tragic death, everyone present could not help but take a few steps back and gasped.

When the fog cleared, Hou Qing saw a dark red instrument in the shape of a bell placed on the four corners of the altar. He recognized the bell as the blood-sucking bell, which could suck blood and draw out the marrow.No wonder he pretended to be a ghost here with confidence, it turned out that he had set up a formation.

However, only Yang Cheng and Xue Qi knew how to form formations under Hou Qing's subordinates. Xue Qi was not around, Yang Cheng was already dead, and he had suffered losses at Xu Mo's hands twice, so it would be foolish not to be cautious this time.

At this time, Xu Mo challenged him and said, "What? What can I do with my disability? It's a pity, Yang Cheng is already dead."

Hou Qing's golden eyes with vertical pupils became more gloomy and cold, and he ordered to the last person who was stunned and dared not enter under the altar: "What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and pick that bell off!"

The two underlings Zhan Zhan couldn't even walk with weak legs, and they didn't dare to disobey his orders, so they could only climb up the altar softly. Everyone present could clearly see that their bodies were quickly shriveled and weathered. He exhausted every step he took, but he still fell in front of the vampire bell.

He stretched out his hand unwillingly, as if trying to grasp the hope of life.

"What a waste!"

Hou Qing scolded angrily.He still wanted to send four more people to go, but Wei Shi suddenly knelt down and advised: "Your Majesty, this subordinate thinks this place is dangerous, why don't we attack by another route."

If he agreed to let him go like this, he would not be Hou Qing, but he saw that the morale of the army would be lost if it continued like this, and the atmosphere at this time was exactly the same as it was a hundred years ago. He waved his hands and said mercifully: "Okay, you lead the soldiers to attack the Lei Ze tribe in three ways, and this king will meet this cripple."

The devil is doing the opposite, and no one is willing to follow him to face this blood-sucking formation that lost his life inexplicably. He will naturally run as far as he gives the order.Hou Qing didn't care when he saw that there was no one behind him, he didn't pay attention to anyone at all, four silver needles flew out with his hands, and the bell shattered.

He flew in front of Xu Mo, looked down at the man sitting on the cart with a sullen face and said, "Do you have any last words to say?"

The demon god was right in front of him, and the momentum was overwhelming, and the wind gathered from all directions. Xu Mo sat in the center of the vortex but remained motionless. Human beings will completely end the Undead Demon God, and today this prophecy will be fulfilled."

Before he finished listening, Qing's eyes glowed fiercely, and he drew his knife out of its sheath in a rage and slashed at him, wishing to split him in two, but only heard a clang, and his knife was blocked by a sword .

He is very familiar with this sword, so familiar that he can recognize it without looking but just by hearing the sound, but the person holding the sword is an immortal in blue and white Taoist robes.

The opponent only flipped his wrist, and effortlessly swung his knife away.

With such profound cultivation, Hou Qing guessed that he was Xuanwei from Guanchen Mountain.He has practiced swords since he was a child, and Jingweizi is a master of swordsmanship, and has a relationship with Liuyunjian, and the tacit understanding is only slightly inferior to that of Shen Yan.Hou Qing saw that his swordsmanship was clean and neat, without a single false move, the two of them exchanged more than ten moves, but he couldn't find any flaws at all.

At this moment, Shen Yan, who was hidden on the tree outside the altar, squinted his eyes, exerted strength with his right arm, pulled away the strong bow that was as tall as a man, put the soul suppressing gun on the bow, and aimed it at Hou Qing's heart...

Hou Qing had no time to distract Xu Mo, so he could only concentrate on fighting him, thinking that this cripple could no longer walk, so what tricks could he do?

Right now!

There was a swishing sound from the forest behind him, and killing intent roared towards him. Before he could turn his head, a bright red war spear pierced through the back of his heart, pierced through his body, and nailed him to the marble floor of the altar. .

Blood flowed from the fallen body like a spring, spreading and spreading on the white altar, dyeing the war spear even redder.

The big hole in his chest could already be seen to the opposite side, he was dead, but the three of them still felt lingering fear, Shen Yan threw down his bow and jumped from the bushes to the altar anxiously to confirm Hou Qing's breath.

Xu Mo frowned and remained silent. He is sensitive by nature, especially for the perception of danger. Now that Hou Qing is dead, he is still uneasy, and the uneasiness is still expanding. He always feels that something is about to happen, so he is uneasy I slowly got off the wheelbarrow and walked over to Houqing's body. As soon as I turned my hand over his face, I realized something was wrong.

"It's a stand-in!"

But it was too late, a figure floated behind Xuan Wei, so fast that no one could see his movements clearly, Xuan Wei's eyes widened suddenly, before he could say a word, he fell to the ground.

Seeing that Hou Qing was holding a two-foot-long horizontal knife in his hand, the dark red blood dripped down the blade, making his whole body exude a ghostly aura, Xu Mo thought for a moment that he was the Shura sent by the underworld to ask for his life, Sure enough, the one who was domineering and showed no signs of timidity was himself.

He kicked Xu Mo's chest. Xu Mo, who was already standing unsteadily, fell to the ground and coughed blood without any defense.

"Xu Mo!"

His eyes were blurry, and he couldn't even see people clearly. In the blur, he only heard Shen Yan calling his name in alarm, and Hou Qing's sneering voice.

"Do you think that only you humans will plant spies?"

Hou Qing flicked the horizontal knife that was only two fingers wide, and walked towards him slowly, looking at him with disdain as if looking at a dead person, Xu Mo clearly felt the killing intent in his eyes, but his whole body seemed to be crushed. Unable to move, Hou Qing sneered, but the vicious murderous intent to burn him was splattered from the golden pupils.

"This king will cut off your limbs, hang you on the altar of the Lei Ze tribe and die slowly, so that everyone who dares to resist will see your fate."

The cold light of the blade reflected his pale face. At this moment, only the sound of breaking wind behind him was heard. Without looking at it, Hou Qing raised his hand to cut off his sword, and struck his chest. Hou Qing turned to look at him Impatiently said: "If you want to die first, this king will fulfill you!"

There was no fear in Shen Yan's eyes. When the sword in his hand was cut off, he simply threw it away. With almost all his strength, he stood up unsteadily, stared at him sullenly and said in a deep voice: "Houqing, who will die today?" Not sure yet."

As soon as he said the last word, the color of the sky changed. In the blink of an eye, the sky above the altar, which was originally foggy, seemed to gather clouds from the entire sky, and heavy rain poured down.

He pinched his fingers and recited the incantation. Xu Mo saw that the finger was definitely not like the ordinary lightning drawing technique. He also saw the sound of thunder billowing in the distance, and a large cloud swept from the sky like a destructive force, and the lightning rippled among the surging clouds In the sky, the sky gets darker every mile nearer, and the strong wind rushes to the center of the altar from all directions, breaking all the tall trees outside the world, and the magical artifacts that were originally placed on the altar are blown all over the sky, slowly Mo Fu had to hold on to the ground so as not to be swept away by the strong wind that hit that day, his sleeves soaked in rain were shaking in the wind.

At this moment, there is no light in the world, as if the gods of the night are coming to the world.

Looking at this aura, Hou Qing saw another shadow from him, panic finally appeared on his usual arrogant face, and even his voice trembled a little.

"...Thor?"

He actually invited Thunder God to fight him to the death!

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A small theater for discussing battle plans:

Shen Yan: But who has the strength to draw such a heavy bow?

Xuan Wei: ...

Xu Mo: You are too modest.